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How do you like the ocean but not like being in it?

I think it looks nice and smells nice and sounds nice. Not interested in joining it, though.

Filipino inspired Fabian board for my friend because it deserves it

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dihua, sword dance + kiss

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it's not really much of a sword dance by most standards, just two or three stances; one where he pictures di feisheng in the place an opponent might be and one for his shifu, who died for him, because of him. as the image of his shifu's smiling face fades, di feisheng alights in the exact spot li lianhua visualized him in a moment before. it seems natural to flow through another form, leaves swirling to match the river of his inner power, to come to rest directly in front of him. since he's being sentimental anyway, li lianhua leans up and kisses him. it's only when di feisheng starts with surprise that li lianhua realizes he's real and not a figment of his imagination.

he turns with a cough, acting like nothing happened. "lao di," he says with forced cheer, "what are you doing here?"

di feisheng contemplates him for what feels like an excruciatingly long time before he speaks, mercifully not mentioning the kiss. "you tell me," he says. "i felt called."

ah. well that was unintended. li lianhua was trying to say goodbye, not call the man to him.

"how funny," he says, "i was just running some sword forms—"

"li xiangyi," di feisheng says, hand suddenly on li lianhua's face, turning it so di feisheng can look at him, "what's wrong?"

"nothing's wrong," li lianhua says, but di feisheng's hand is already sliding down, fingers at his wrist, frown deepening. li lianhua sighs.

"you're still poisoned. you didn't use the flower?"

for a moment li lianhua considers lying. to anyone else, he probably would, but it's never been particulary effective on di feisheng. "i gave it away," he says lightly. "there was only a thirty percent chance it would have worked anyway. why keep it when there's a dynasty to save?"

di feisheng's face darkens like the sky before thunder. his hand closes around li lianhua's wrist, tightening. "the flower was for you. no one else."

"i know," li lianhua says, and his contrition is honest, at least. "but the emperor needed it and the fang family was in trouble…"

"ah," di feisheng says, and looks away. his hand drops. "i see."

"i'm sorry, lao di. i can't duel you."

"i wanted to," di feisheng says, and then stops. "i should go."

li lianhua has the absurd urge to stop him. it's ridiculous, considering li lianhua is the one planning on disappearing. still, is this the last memory he wants to leave di feisheng with? it's crueler than he was planning on being, but perhaps being kind wouldn't ease anything but his own conscience.

"all right," he says softly. "i won't keep you."

the look di feisheng gives him is deep and dark; a man could get lost in there if he wasn't careful. "i know," he says, and then he's gone.

Imagine fighting a twelve year old and LOSSING-

So many things to see!

i am in hell (begrudgingly affectionate)

little dream 

What does distilled sea water taste like

aww man you had to ask the most difficult question huh

i feel like, maybe it's not the same for everyone

and maybe it's different if you are not on a boat, or on a boat that is not the boat i was on, but like

to me it

okay to start, the thing with the water, right, is that all our fresh water came from the ocean. like it was not hauled on board, there was no fresh water to start, it is all pulled up and boiled and then that water vapor is put into the tank and used for showers, sinks, toilets, and, obviously, drinking and cooking etc

right so it's just plain H2O, no electrolytes, no fluoride, no whatever the fuck right it's just. water molecules lol

but it's water that came from the ocean right so like

it tastes like water, at first (if u have ever ingested clean river water i would say even that might give u an idea), but there is an aftertaste that's like

the way that standing on a beach in the northern pacific smells. cannot be clearer than that, i'm afraid.

there's like, eau de seaweed but no but yes but no

drinking water when i got back was very strange and i am now hyper aware of how all water tastes (and i was already a picky water drinker so this is a problem lol) and sometimes i miss it. it's weird.

i for one AM obsessed with your tree post. you do worldbuilding just like i do; ie, i have been working on a map for my dnd setting for the past week and i had to figure out how the plate tectonics would create mountains and continents and how ocean currents would form, and how those things would combine to create which biomes, and all of this before i can even THINK about where people are going to live.

i, too, am the kind of person who would do a whole bunch of research about regional ecology in order to be semantically accurate about the names given to the cats in my region. mentally i am shaking your hand.

The biggest strength you will learn when you have a detail-obsessed ADHAutism brain like ours is when to recognize when to cut and finish.

Like i was GONNA get lost on screaming about the 6 willows but then was like, OK, STOP, let's focus on getting Done over getting it Perfect

Then the details that bother you later? Fix them as you go. And it's okay to pop around to different areas of your project too! Like in a week or so I'll probably be working on some other aspect completely. Sit on thoughts and suggestions, sometimes the problem has to soak for a bit before you find the right solution.

Weird and mysterious happenings in my area....................

the first entry of a teenage girl who is into a lot a lot a LOT of things !!! 🍁🍂

You know those teen girls in the movies who always seem to have this blog they update throughout several points of the film? This year, I thought, "that's going to be me. When I get home or in between classes on Mondays I will write about the arts or history or the stars that have been around for millennia or maybe even the people I complimented on that day." There is so much in the world and so little time that I want to chronicle every single moment, and what better way to express myself online than to begin a blog for my future self (and maybe others) to read? Anyway, quick introduction !! You can call me Abby--- I love a lot of things, so a simplified list would go as follows: the sky (especially in the morning or in the late afternoon), writing, film photography, scrapbooks, lowpoly cats ( Torocat, specifically ), Ghibli films ( Ponyo is an absolute comfort ), scrapbooking and creative writing, showtunes and indie rock, painting, and decorating my room !! So far I'm not exactly sure how to go about this blog. Maybe I'll treat this like another one of my notebooks, maybe I'll make it a place to dump any and all story ideas. Who knows, I'll never know until I actually begin writing !! So here's me, Abby, signing off---

I wish the best for you, or your cat, or maybe even whatever it is you are working on. I am currently working on a somewhat-draft on our national novel ( at 50k words now !! ), and I am also working on trying to get into the same school the author attended. I know. Crazy stuff. All the best,

Abby *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

jesus fucking christ michaels has gone off its absolute rocker i wanted to get some stuff to make my niece a cute mermaid themed treasure chest

i got a box, 2 tINY fake plants, some tiny shells, moss, and 2 string of pearl

you wanna know how batshit insane amount of money they wanted?

77 fucking dollars

what. in the fuck. the dollarstore is right there and slightly cheaper for some of it and i could craft most of it easily enough myself so like? EXCUSE ME?

yuna :(

is there literally anything in alabama..

yes. Me. you should say something else

why does my mom think i know so much about my relatives who live far away ;-; i know nothing about y’all im sorry